Pawnshop Xiao Er wants to become immortal

Chapter 777 Returning to the Sect

The dialect that said goodbye to Lan Lingzi was urging his body to fly away to the direction beyond the sea of ​​fog and mountains, when he suddenly felt a sense of emotion in his mind, and his expression changed: "Complete formation? Late stage of distraction? Take the initiative to send a message? this is?"

As Taoist Hongfeng and Taoist Qiuyi had expected, Fang Yan did make some moves in the remnant formation, but if it wasn't for the change of Golden Crow True Fire, Fang Yan would not have done so.

The attitude changes of Qiu Shuizong made Fang Yan feel a little bit of resentment in his heart, and later Taoist Hongfeng appeared. A broken formation was valued so much by a distracted monk, but it made Fang Yan feel the way he felt earlier. Familiarity creates a lot of interest.

It's just that dialect didn't expect these methods to have any effect. Most of the people in the Qiushui sect could be disgusted. Dialect was able to do something in front of the distracted monk, just because the formation was arranged by himself. , but none of the members of Qiushuizong have a higher level of formation than dialect, but being able to arrange it does not mean that they can hide it from the distracted monk. Thinking of the harvest so soon, it seems to be a secret news.

The two distracted monks of Qiu Shuizong thought that the owner of the message might be a late stage or higher existence of distracted, but Fang Yan immediately remembered his previous induction. If the remnant formation came from the ancient cave, it can only be said to be An incomplete ancient formation, even if it is slightly similar to the formation outside the Moyuanling Tongling Peak, is nothing, but now the dialect heard that someone took the initiative to spread this formation, which is of great significance Same.

Before he carefully deduced what was going on, Fang Yan already knew that he wanted to find a secluded place to retreat in the depths of the foggy mountains, and the plan of first refining and absorbing the Golden Crow True Fire in his hand would not work. Listen How could the dialect dare to be so big when it comes to such a secret matter? In just an instant, a pair of thunderous wings flashed behind him. Fly away at extreme speed.

The dialect thunder light disappeared within ten breaths of time, and a figure flashed out. Taoist Hongfeng sensed the slightest fluctuation around him, and his expression changed slightly: "Thunder escape magic weapon? A thunder escape magic weapon with the power of a middle-grade spiritual weapon? The Baiyuan Sect of the Tianxing Sect doesn't seem to be so rich, so a Nascent Soul descendant is equipped with so many high-level magic weapons, which sect disciple is it, is it just a lucky casual cultivator who has obtained the ancient inheritance?"

No matter how you guessed it, Taoist Hongfeng also knew that it was impossible to catch up with a cultivator who possessed the magic weapon of thunder escape, which was a middle-grade spiritual weapon. The nearest city of monks with a teleportation array beyond the mountains and seas rushed away at a high speed, but deep down in my heart, I didn't have much hope for being able to intercept the dialect there, and I just listened to the destiny.

Half a day later, Lan Lingzi saw his master returning to the depths of the sect's secret realm with a heavy expression on his face. He wanted to step forward to inquire a little bit, but he felt uneasy. He remembered that his master had seen the direction he was pointing before and flew away without a single pause. Even with his eyes closed, Lan Lingzi could guess the scene of going there. The gloomy mood of Master at this moment was related to that dialect, but the dialect was invited back by himself. Not a little trouble?Isn't it cheap for nothing?

Although he didn't feel that he was caught up by Qiushuizong's distraction Daxiu only a little bit away, Dialect could also guess that the other party would not let it go, and Dialect who possessed the wings of Thunder Dun did not choose to leave at the nearest teleportation formation at all. Immediately activate the Thunder Dunk Kungfu and fly away further away.

Half a day later, when Taoist Hongfeng returned to the Qiushui Sect, the dialect had already appeared in the Tianxing Sect.

Dialect, who returned to Zongmen after a long time, did not directly enter the secret realm of Zongmen to retreat and refine the Golden Crow True Fire. Instead, he went to the Deacon Hall to check first. After a while, the unharvested dialect left the Hall of Deacons and walked in the direction of the Heavenly Star Secret Realm.

"Brother dialect? It really is you?" A voice of surprise sounded.

Hearing the sound of counting breaths, Fang Yan followed the prestige and saw Daoist Meng Ming, a disciple of Dandian.

"Brother Meng Ming, don't come here without any harm." Dialect, who stopped his figure, arched his hands and saluted Taoist Meng Ming.

"You are fine, but I am. I have been away for so long without saying a word. If you don't come back, the alchemy hall will be demolished by all the juniors." Daoist Meng Ming complained after being pleasantly surprised.

He had already heard the dialect mentioned by Taoist Ni Xu and knew what Taoist Meng Ming was talking about, but he still smiled and said: "Senior brother Meng Ming, it seems that I am not a disciple of the alchemy palace. When I left last time, it seemed that you still thought I was refining it. There are too many pills."

"Junior Brother Dialect, stop making fun of me. If I knew what would happen in the past few years, how could I let you leave so cheaply? Fortunately, you came back early. If you don't come back in a few years, maybe I will suffer more. Damn, let’s not talk about anything else, let’s refine a few furnaces first, I’ve prepared all the materials for you, I don’t know what kinds of spirit herbs they are, I’ve prepared dozens of copies of the ones you often bought before, you see See what's missing."

Crackling and talking, Taoist Meng Ming handed Fang Yan a jade slip, which contained rows of catalogs of spiritual herbs.

Fang Yan took the jade slip with a smile, scanned it casually, and then threw it back: "Senior brother Meng Ming, you will find trouble for me, okay, just these spiritual herbs, wait for me for a few days, and then I will give it to you." You just send the pill, but the pill I want must be prepared."

Even if Daoist Meng Ming didn't come to find Fang Yan, Fang Yan would go to him, not for other reasons. As the slag spirit stones approached maturity, they needed more high-level alchemy. Dialect's previous predictions were wrong. , the spirit grass that I thought should be mature is still missing a section.

"Okay, that's it, just wait a moment."

"Brother, wait a minute, there is a high-level elixir that can speed up the replenishment of essence and blood in the alchemy hall. Brother, I am still a wounded person."

Hearing the dialect's words, Taoist Meng Ming searched the dialect up and down, only to find that the dialect's essence and blood were exhausted: "Junior Fangyan, where have you been injured? It seems that it has been several years. Could it be that someone bullied you."

The Tianxing sect's defense has been down to the bone, and now the dialect is standing in front of him intact, and when he finds that the dialect has been damaged, it is the damage of the essence and blood of his life, Taoist Meng Ming suddenly yelled.

"Brother Meng Ming, it happened a long time ago. I have already solved it. Even if there are still a few brothers with a tail, I will finish it in the future. Let's go get the spirit grass and the elixir first."

He looked at the dialect up and down until he confirmed that the dialect was not a serious problem, then Meng Mingdao nodded and said, "Okay, it's the arrogance that my Tianxing sect should have, and there are just a few grains of green blood euphratica pill, you follow me to the alchemy hall , one for you."

Daoist Meng Ming wouldn't be so enthusiastic if he was someone else, but the dialect is worth it, just because of the fifth-grade elixir that many distracted monks in the alchemy hall have studied carefully, and the importance of his master It will be enough.

After following Daoist Meng Ming a few steps into the Dan Hall, many people naturally saw the deacon of the Dan Hall, Meng Ming, leading a descendant of Yuan Ying directly into the depths of the Dan Hall. Although the current dialect has not shown up for several years, But there are still many people who recognized him, not because of anything else, but because of the fact that dialect dragged his two broken legs and left the alchemy hall.

"The one who just went in is the dialect person who denounced Taoist Xiang Fei face to face?"

"It's not him. I remember back then when he said that he would make Taoist Xiang Fei pay the price. Some people said that he uttered wild words. Unexpectedly, it has only been so many years, and it is already the Yuanying Dzogchen. What he said back then was really not wild words."

"It doesn't matter if you're crazy or not, Taoist Xiang Fei has fallen some time ago."

"Daoist Xiang Fei has fallen? Why haven't I heard of it? What's going on? In our Tianxing Sect, there are very few distracted monks who accidentally fell."

"I'm not sure about this. The seniors of the sect went to investigate, and there seems to be no conclusion. It must have encountered an invincible monster or something. There are not many monks in Xuanlan's domain who dare to kill me casually. A sect disciple, let alone a distracted cultivator."

Hearing the voices of fellow disciples discussing in their ears, Fang Yan and Taoist Meng Ming entered the depths of the alchemy hall.

(End of this chapter)